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Sex and the City Me. In a nutshell. |
Sometimes you meet people you immediately click with… Those people you can say anything to and expect the same in return. These people dont judge and always give unbiased advice. For me, it’s been guys I’ve dated and then very rarely girls who ended up being my best friends. I’m thankful to be able to say I’ve found both since moving to Austin. :) You know who you are and I love you.
End mushy post.
For this being my 100th post, I can’t think of anything better than writing a “what for” to the most annoying person on the internet. Elizablr you have officially outdone yourself. I know that I not only speak for myself, but many tumblrs out there, and you are ridiculous. Your poor, pathetic relationship (bless his heat BTW) has been broadcast for all of the internet world to see and it really just makes me feel sorry for you, but more sorry for your poor boyfriend who let you talk him into letting you move in. I know entirely too much about your relationship to even make that statement to be honest. I hope he realizes the shit storm he has landed himself in. And to you, congratulations on getting a bunch of followers on Tumblr. You should thank your lucky stars that more people dont know about it. Because you’re embarassing. I have continued following you for pure entertainment but it’s just too much. I would never wish bad things on anyone, but you, my friend, have it coming. Good luck with that.
And that is all. Goodnight.
Interesting night. So, try to contain your excitment but I babysat tonight. Yep. At 27, while most of my friends were at bars on West Sixth or maybe even on hot dates, I was babysitting. Now I am very aware that children don’t typically like me, but these were my cousins kids. I heard their freakin’ excitment over the phone when my cousin told them I was coming. They’re 7 (Piper) and 3 (Rowan). Whatev. I was up for it.
In the first 30 minutes I was there we had broken glass all over the kitchen, pizza smashed into the living room carpet, a 3 year old had tumbled down the stairs, and I had sticky candy in my hair.
My saving grace was that my cousin said they went to bed at 8pm. So at 7:58pm I was upstairs reading them some Cat in the Hat nonsense and it seemed that this bedtime thing wasn’t going to be as adventurous as the earlier part of the night. So after I tucked them in I sauntered safely downstairs and was actually working (on a Saturday!) when I hear someone crying. I thought it was the TV about 10 times. So finally I made my way upstairs to see who the big crybaby was. This is how the conversation went with the 3 year-old Rowan:
(Rowan sobbing with the book over his face)
ME: Aww, why are you crying Rowan?
ROWAN: I want my mommy (super cute sad face)
ME: Oh don’t worry, she’ll be home in a bit. Please don’t cry. What, you don’t like hanging out with me? (as I give him a hug)
ROWAN: NO!!!! (puts book back over his face)
Awesome. Way to confirm my fear that children hate me Rowan. Anyway, I hope you’re all enjoying a shot for me.
So I just got home after leaving the house this morning at 7. It’s 8:30pm. I am BEAT. I’ve gotten somewhat used to coming home at about 3pm so this is really stressful for me, haha. SO this also means I have been in 2 1/2 inch heels since 7am and I’m begging Jeff to rub my feet to no avail. Please know that he had the day off. Geez, help a sista out! Oh… and we’re watching ESPN. Can I get a little Housewives please? Just sayin’….
